Addressivism

I was reading a chat log that, at first, I thought was between people I knew. But increasingly I began to question it. Someone instant messaged me and said his name was SMOT.

Note
I did not recognize it at the time, but that's one of the free energy hoaxes I've read about over the last couple of days, studying things similar to Steorn.

Then I was suddenly trying to steer my car from the back seat and having difficulty controlling it. It was so ridiculous that I said to myself: "Relax, this is obviously a dream, just get out of the car."

So I just sort of stepped out of it onto the street, and the car vanished. Nearby there was an older man and a young kid at a small square table. An odd machine looking something like an ATM playing a video about some kind of penis enlargement product.

kid: "Try an orange."

At first I thought he meant the fruit, and then I realized he was suggesting a pill. He threw the pill at me and I took it. I asked him what next.

kid: "Try a yellow-orange."

He then threw me a pill that didn't look at all yellow, it was orange like the first. So I didn't take it, and he shrugged.

me: "This doesn't look at all yellow."

kid: "You should look at addressivism.com"

I wrote it down to see if I had it spelled correctly. He said I had.

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the word addressivism is completely absent on Google.

kid: "You were supposed to live in my old place."

me: "What do you mean 'supposed to'?"

kid: "It was code I was given for my birthday."

me: "I don't understand what you mean. What is your role here? How do you and I relate?"

As we were talking, I noticed two guys walking in a strange pattern toward us. They were youngish black men and were dressed like gang members. I turned to confront them, and they attacked. I fended off their first attack which threw me backwards, but they threw something at me that started tickling my chest and I woke up.

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The accounts written here are as true as I can manage. While the
words are my own, they are not independent creative works of fiction
—in any intentional way. Thus I do not consider the material to
be protected by anything, other than that you'd have to be
crazy to want to try and use it for genuine purposes (much less
disingenuous ones!) But who's to say?